Date: Thu, 29 Nov 2012 18:10:45 -0800 (PST)
From: oreguybf@yahoo.com
Subject: Bitch Awakening Part 1 Beastiality

This is a work of fiction.  Any resemblance of real people is purely
coincidental.  You must be over 18 to read this story.  If you are offended
by male/male sex, under 18 year old sex, or sex with dogs, please do not
read this story.

This is my first attempt at erotic fiction.  If you like it, you can
contact me at oreguybf@yahoo.com.  Please keep criticism positive and
constructive.


I am not a little man.  I was born to good old fashioned Irish/German
parents which meant wide shoulders, big chest and thick legs.  Coming from
the south, it also meant that you ate everything on your plate and never
said no to seconds.  The term "stocky" was made for men like me.  The other
term, "football build," always appealed to me more as it carried some
weight of masculinity to it.  When you grow up in a strong Southern Baptist
community and background from the south, being a sissy was the surest sign
of an ass whopping there was.  From an early point in life I knew this to
be true.

Before I could make the differentiation between sissy and masculine though,
when I was a toddler and much to my father's chagrin, I wanted to play with
my sisters dolls and not the fancy metal dump trucks that my father bought
for me.  It was through these early lessons of, "Put the damned doll down
and play with your trucks," that my education began of what was socially
good and what wasn't.

One also learns from being a church bus kid that the views of homosexuality
were highly frowned on by the church and the community at large.  The good
southern Baptist preacher banging his hand against the pulpit and saying
how being a homosexual was the worst perversion known to God made it
crystal clear that being anything less than a strong heterosexual man meant
a lifetime, an eternity, of hellfire and brimstone. All of these lessons
punctuated by a father that liked to hit me often taught me that I needed
to be a man.  Even if I didn't know what being a man really was.

At age 8 I found my hole while bathing and felt a tingle run through my
body that I had never felt before. Carefully I ran my finger back over my
hole, just to make sure, that the feeling I had was indeed real.  The
sensation was amazing as I felt this electricity run through my body
rubbing the outside of my hairless hole.  Never having been exposed to sex,
I had no idea what it was I was feeling or how I knew to do it, but soon my
small finger was probing the tender insides and this quickly became my new
way of taking a bath.

This was an important discovery in my life for many reasons.  First, I
wouldn't find my dick and the pleasure it could bring for another two to
three years.  Second, it awoke something in me that I could not explain,
but I knew I was looking at boys and men very differently than I had
before. I found myself wanting to be around my father more and his friends.
I found myself gravitating towards boys that were older than I was and
seeking out their validation and their affection.  Admittedly, this was
indeed a confusing period of time for me.

As I grew older, my fascination with boys and men older than myself only
grew.  I wasn't interested in playing with boys, or girls for that matter,
my own age.  I always found an excuse to be around the males older than me
and I wanted to make them happy.  If they needed a drink, I would more than
happily run and get it for them.  If they had a need that I could fill, I
was the eager beaver to do it for them, no matter what the task was.  I
would sit quietly and smile and listen to them talk as if the very font of
knowledge and the hand of God came from these older males.  Sometimes, they
would ask me my opinion on something and I would just giggle and become
tongue tied on what to say.  Usually, they would just laugh and tussle my
hair and then go back to what they were saying.  This should have been a
big clue to them and to myself.

As I grew older and my sexual yearnings became apparent, that deep rolling
sexual need that takes over the sanity of every man, was not lost on me.
While I knew I should have a girlfriend, I only wanted to be with the older
boys and men.  Oh, I did indeed have girlfriends, I knew it was only for
show.  I knew what was expected of me.  I wasn't sure how I was going to
get around the whole getting married and having kids aspect with a woman,
but I was young and didn't see the need to worry about it at such an early
age. However, that deep rooted need began to simmer and then to boil deep
inside of me and I knew what I wanted.  No.  I needed.

My first experience came at the hands of a 42 year old man who was my math
tutor.  At 15, I thought this man was the most brilliant, handsome man I
had ever met.  I found every excuse I could to sit a little closer or rub
my leg against his as discretely as a horny 15 year old boy could be.  It
wasn't lost on my math tutor.

My "girlfriend" was in a production of Swan Lake in the city.  I wanted to
go, but my father was not able to take me, so my math tutor offered and my
father said he would be obliged to go.  When the night finally came, I was
nervous and had a permanent wet stain in my underwear from the amount of
pre-cum.  I could tell, or at least had the idea, that my math tutor was
looking for more from me than to balance an equation.

He showed up right on time and I left the house telling my mother I would
be back later.  I hurried past her in the event that the wet spot in my
underwear was starting to show.  Like a true gentleman, he got out of his
car and opened up my car door and after I got in , he shut it.  He walked
back to his side of the car, around the front and I was pretty sure I could
see the outline of a hard cock in his pants, and got in and we drove away.

The drive to the theater with the show went too quickly.  I was enjoying
listening to him talk as I kept my hands on my lap, mostly to hide my
constant 15 year old erection.  At one point in the drive he placed his
right arm behind the head rest of my seat.  I know I was smiling like some
type of idiot and that my face was flushed red.  Soon we pulled into the
parking lot and he told me to stay put.  He got out of the car and came
over and opened the car door for me and helped me out.  I was officially
without my feet.  He swept me off of them.

I produced the tickets that would get us through the line and he took them
from me and smiled and winked at me.  I wasn't sure why he took the little
green stubs from my hands until we got up to the ticket guy.  He wanted to
appear that he was paying for us to get in.  He put his arm around my
shoulder and walked us through the line and we headed to our seats.  The
lights were already dim and we had to get to our seats.  As we were sitting
down his hand grazed my crotch and I was absolutely terrified that he now
knew I was hard as a fucking rock.  I sat down nervously but was soon
reassured all was well as he reached over in the dark and took my hand and
held it.  All my fear melted away.

We sat through the first half hand in hand.  Our hands were covered by our
coats, but we held hands all the way through.  I did know that at one point
my "girlfriend" was on the stage, but I could't have been bothered by her
presence.  This man was holding my hand and rubbing me knee in the dark and
it was the first time that I felt truly connected to someone and he was
making me feel like I was the center of his world.  When the lights came
up, we grabbed our coats and made for the lobby for what I thought was
going to be a soft drink run.  Instead, it was a run back out to his car.

He opened the door and I got into his car without question.  He walked back
around the front of his car, with an obvious bulge, and we drove off.  His
tone seemed different to me.  He still smiled and chatted along.  He seemed
preoccupied and looking around as he drove. I started looking around to see
what it was he was looking for.  We were taking the back roads and the only
thing in the direction we were going was a park.  When he turned into the
park, my curiosity was piqued even more as he drove to the backside of the
park and then pulled over.

It was dark outside and when he turned his car off, I noticed that there
were no street lights.  Something I had never paid attention to in all the
years I had been there. He turned off the lights to the car and sat for a
moment and looked around.  Satisfied there was no one around, he turned
towards me, put a hand behind my head and pulled me towards him.  This was
it!  I knew what was coming next.  He was going to kiss me and it was going
to be my first kiss.

Of course, I look back at it now and think how trashy it all was, but at
that moment, it was the most romantic and passionate moment that could have
been imagined.  He pulled me in and lightly brushed my lips with his.

"Is this your first kiss sweetheart?" he asked quietly after his lips
brushed past mine.

"Yes Sir," I said quietly looking away from his beautiful face.

"I thought so," he smiled.

His large hands gently stroked my face as his lips explored the softness of
mine.  I could feel a slight tremble in his hand as my heart was racing
deep inside my chest.  His hand felt rough, yet soft on my face.  He was
trying to be gentle as his tongue pierced my lips and invaded my mouth.
His eyes were closed and the look on his face was both filled with
contentment and serious concentration as if he could not decide what he
wanted to feel at that moment in time.  Knowing men the way I know them
now, he must have been contemplating on how to make his next move.  His
hand moved down to my smaller and held it for a brief moment.

My concern of what he was going to do should not have been a concern.  It
only took a brief moment and a trembling hand for him to move my hand to
the bulge in his pants.  Instinct took over and I didn't need any direction
on what to do as he pressed my hand into the bulge in his pants.  I let out
a deep moan as I felt the straining cock press into my hand.  He took the
opportunity and pushed his tongue deeper into my mouth which caused an
instinctual reaction in me.  I started sucking on his tongue.

This was all the encouragement he needed at that moment and he pulled away
from me.  His strong fingers fumbled with his black leather belt and looked
over at me and said hastily, "Take your pants all the way down baby."

I didn't even think to argue with him or say no.  My fingers fumbled with
my own pants nervously.  I arched my back and lifted my butt off the seat
and began pushing my pants down showing off my 15 year old cock and not
even thinking twice about it.  As I pushed down I realized I could't get my
pants off past my shoes.  I was so caught in getting my pants off I hand't
noticed that he had his fly open and his pants undone and his cock out of
his pants.

"Don't worry about taking them all the way off baby," he said rushed and
reached over me and pulled the latch that made my seat lay down flat.

I laid back and he leaned over and rushed a quick kiss on my lips.  I
wanted more kissing.  I wanted to feel him next to me.  I wanted to touch
his skin and feel all those things you are suppose to feel your first time.
My mouth began to water expecting him to expect me to suck his cock.  It
was my first time, but it was a moment I had longed for, for so long.  That
all ended when he said, "Turn over on your belly now."

Again, I didn't have the consciousness to say, "But I want to suck your
cock," or anything else.  I simply and slowly turned over.  And then it hit
me.  He was going to fuck me.  This wasn't how I fantasized it would
happen.  I thought it would be long and drawn out and before I knew it he
was on top of me.

"You're going to love this. Im going to pop your cherry baby.  Going to
break this pussy in right!"  He said it emphatically, unfortunately, that
wasn't what happened.  I hand't seen how big, or in this case how big his
cock wasn't, until I felt him on top of me.  There was no lube, no spit,
but thankfully he seemed to be pre-cumming a lot.  Before I could protest
or ask anything, his full weight fell forward on top of me.

I felt his cock poke at my hole, which he kept calling a pussy.  Now he is
the fun part of the human brain.  I had a five minute conversation withy
myself in the matter of seconds.  The word "pussy" was always used by the
older boys talking about their girlfriends or their wives.  "Tyler, I bet
you can't wait to get into a nice wet pussy.  Don't worry, it'll come,"
they would say to me as if I wanted any part of it.  But here was my tutor
speaking of my hole like it was a pussy and in that moment his cock pierced
through and slid in, it was a pussy.

Due to the fact I had been playing with my hole, no, pussy, since I was 8,
his small cock slipped in without much fanfare for me.  But for him, it was
obviously a different story.

"Oh fuck baby!  Your pussy is so nice and tight.  Oh yeah.  You take this
man's cock in your tight little cunt."

I would have liked to think that his cock was actually turning me on, when
in fact, it was his words that turned me on more than anything.  His
verbiage was turning me on so much that I raised up my ass to try to get
more of his small cock in me deeper.

"That's right baby.  Back up onto your man's big cock.  Told you I would
break your little cunt in right." He huffed out with his hands gripping my
hips and poking his small cock into my tight little hole.  No.  Pussy.

Just as I was starting to process the stimulation and beginning to want
more, my handsome math tutor hollered out, "Gonna hose your cunt down with
my boys and breed this tight cunt right."

He laid on top of me, almost crushing me while he breathed heavily in my
ear and catching his breath.  I was trying to breath, not from exertion,
but from his weight.  I didn't have to wait long, he rolled off top of me
and then flipped over to his seat.  I looked over and I saw his cock
clearly and it was small and thin.  He had not pulled them all the way down
and quickly had his hips up and his cock put back away.  I just laid there
looking at him not knowing what I was supposed to be doing.

He looked at me almost irritated and spat at, "Pull your pants up."  I
turned over and struggled to get my pants back up.  The one thing I could
say about my two minute stallion was that he indeed had flooded my pussy
with his cum.  I had to clench my hole closed to not lose any of the cum in
me.

There was no after kissing or actually, any conversation on the way home.
He did get out of the car and let me out and quickly told me that he would
be back tomorrow for our tutor session.

When I got in I went straight to the bathroom and passed the liquid in my
pussy and wondering if I had any bleeding.  I had heard when men broke a
girls cherry there was some blood.  But there was none.  I sat on the
toilet feeling highly confused and at the same time feeling different.

While my tutor was going to win any awards for his love making, he did
introduce me to what I had known deep down inside.  I had a pussy and it
was made for taking males cocks and cum in it.  His treating me like a girl
kind of left me confused as I wasn't a sissy but it still rang within my
spirit.  I knew that I was the "girl" and that I was going to have to
explore what this meant.  He also called me a bitch.  This also made me
think about myself.

I grew up in a small town.  I knew what a bitch was.  A bitch was a female
dog that was used for breeding.  Was he comparing me to a female dog?  Was
he meaning that he was like a dog and fucking me?  As I stood up and wiped
realizing another fact about myself.  I wipe from the front, not the back.
So at the end of my first experience I knew I had a pussy and I was a
bitch.  This would consume my thoughts for days to come.